seperate so similar
lives
lose
the familiar
run! freeze
feeling
look past
figments of
imagination underneath these things,
I AM.
come: take a chance at...
you
are: walking past -fast.
a gray sky overcast,
brightens
at chanced glance
in a crowded mass
a gray sky overcast,
brightened.
at a chanced glance
past:
smoke, glass, mirrors.
3.2.10/5.11.10
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